Chapter 364

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Mo Ran said: "Good morning, Master."

"Morning." Allen Chu glanced at him, "...didn't you sleep well?"

Mo Ran smiled forcefully: "I'm not used to it. It's okay. I just need to take a break at noon."

They went to the fields together. The morning wind was filled with the sweetness of the grass and trees, and the fields were empty. Occasionally, they could hear a few frogs croaking and cicadas chirping.

Allen Chu yawned lazily, and suddenly saw something at the end of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ink burns."

"Um?"

One hand reached over and brushed the ink-burning temples. Allen Chu twisted a piece of straw from his hair and smiled lightly: "You are not rolling on the bed, are you? It's your head. It’s all there.”

Mo Ran was about to argue, but suddenly he saw a short section on the side of Chu Wanning's hair, and couldn't help but laugh: "The master is also rolling."

While saying that, he also helped Chu Wanning pick off the golden grass stalk.

The rising sun was rising in the east, and the master and apprentice looked at each other in the overwhelming golden wall glory. One still had his head slightly lowered, and the other had his face slightly raised.

But five years ago, it was Chu Wanning who bowed his head, and Mo Ran who raised his head. Now the time is reversed, and Mo Weiyu is no longer young. The years seemed to finally settle down at this moment. In the gentle morning light, Mo Ran suddenly couldn't help but jump to the field, opened his arms, and smiled at the people on the field: "Master, come down, I will follow you."

"..." Chu Wanning stared at the field that was only half a person tall and said, "Are you sick?"

"Hahaha."

He took off his shoes and socks and jumped lightly into the paddy field. The water rippled and the soles of his feet were slightly cold. Allen Chu waved his sleeves and majestically drew a large paddy field into his own category: "These are all mine. Yes, I didn’t harvest as much rice as you yesterday, so today I will definitely make you admit defeat.”

Mo Ran raised his outstretched arms, scratched his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and a particularly beautiful smile rolled across his cheek.

"Okay, if I lose, I will make lots of lotus cakes and crab-meat lion heads for Master."

Chu nightning said: "Add a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus and sugar lotus root."

"Okay! What if the master loses?" Mo Ran's eyes reflected the watery light, as clear as stars, "What should I do?"

Chu nightning looked at him coldly: "What do you want?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a long time, and then said: "If the master loses, he will eat many lotus root and many crab meat lion heads made by me."

After a pause, a gentler voice fell in the breeze.

"Add lots and lots of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root."

No matter win or lose, I want to treat you well in different ways.

Chu Wanning cuts the rice once and it will ripen twice. He is a person who refuses to admit defeat. It was okay to make people laugh at him yesterday, but he cannot be looked down upon today. He held a breath in his heart and worked hard. By noon, the rice he had cut was much more than the ink.

While sitting under the mulberry tree to eat, he felt a little proud. Although he didn't say it in his mouth and couldn't see it on his face, his eyes always looked towards the dam, looking at the rice he had threshed, forming a high mountain of gold.

"Ling'er, go give Xianjun another bowl of rice."

Everyone was sitting in a group, and the aunt saw that Mo Ran was eating quickly, and the bowl reached the bottom in a short while, so she hurriedly said.

Mo Ran put down the bowls and chopsticks, as if in a hurry, smiled and said: "No, I'm full. I have something to do. I have to leave the village first and come back later. You guys eat first."

Ling'er was surprised, and immediately showed some uneasiness: "Does the immortal king only eat this little? But the food doesn't suit your taste? If you don't like it...how about I...make some for you separately..."

"No, no, it suits the taste." Mo Ran naturally couldn't see the girl's worries, smiled straightly, waved his hand, and strode towards the stable.

Allen Chu asked him: "Where are you going?"

Mo Ran turned half of his face and smiled: "Go buy some things and I'll be back soon."

"Immortal Lord——"

"Forget it, let it go." Chu Wanning picked up a piece of fried tofu and said lightly.

Although these two immortal monarchs came together, anyone with a discerning eye can see who has a higher status and who has a lower status, and whose words carry more weight. What's more, Chu Wanning grew up a little cold. Since he After he opened his mouth, the villagers couldn't ask any more questions and just let the ink burn.

After dinner, everyone gathered in small groups, either chewing tobacco leaves in the fields, or taking a nap in the sun. The peasant women gathered together to knit warm clothes, and the children rode bamboo horses, chattering and playing, one of them skinny. A few house cats were sniffing on the ground expectantly, the tip of their pink nose twitching and their ears twitching, trying to find something to eat in the leftovers.

Chu night Ning was holding a cup of hot tea and resting against a grain pile. Seeing that the cat was pitifully thin, he waved to it and wanted to get it something to eat. Unfortunately, it was very wary of strangers. Seeing Chu Wan Ning raised his hand, thinking he was going to hit it, and ran away with a stab.

Allen Chu: "..."

Does he look so fierce? Don’t even want to see cats?

Just as Wubu held his chin up and thought gloomily, he suddenly heard the sound of tinkling copper pieces. Ling'er happily held a cup of tea and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Allen Chu turned to look at her without much expression.

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